Yesterday morning the three Muscovies (who had arrived as companions for Solo – now integrated with his Cayuga peers) woke up to find the sky had fallen in – or, more prosaically, the heavy wet snow had brought down the netting and broken the supporting poles
These ducks were due to move to a new run, shared with the young hens, so they were just evacuated a little sooner than planned
They introduced themselves to the hens
(or the hen’s food at least)
The female was happy as she had a new (higher) stump on which to stand to be worshipped
and they settled down to enjoy their wheat
Come bedtime, Ian was about to settle down with his buddies St John when he was snatched away to join his Muscovy peers
A new day this morning – temperatures up, snow gone, and treecreeper wall-creeping
Ian was not happy
while his peers were enjoying green under their feet (not white, not brown)
he had to hide from their hostility
St John were not happy either
without their leader they were directionless.
The only thing to do was to take them to join the others
With Ian having protection the lead Muscovy had to take out his dominance on us
He is handsome though
Gribin Isaf 